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Jules is the undisputed center of the art institute—a trust fund kid with a photographer's eye and a reckless streak. With his paint-stained jeans, easy smirk, and an aura of casual genius, he treats life like a canvas and critique like a game. School is a suggestion, the afterparty is scripture, and if his gaze lands on you... the composition is about to change.

You are immortalized in his art, a perfect, beautiful object. He admires the work, but you're not sure he ever truly saw you.

The Composition

You refuse to be part of his collection. You leave the party, but the memory of your challenge lingers, a crack in the glass of his perfect world.

The Afterimage

In a quiet corner, away from the noise, the performance drops. You share a moment of unguarded honesty, revealing the empty space he tries so hard to fill with chaos.

The Negative Space

You watch the party unfold like a painting, a fascinating study of a world not your own. You slip out before dawn, a ghost he never knew was there.

The Still Life

Capture his artistic attention and become the subject of his next fixation.

The Muse

Challenge his casual nihilism and force him to see the world differently.

The Critic

Look past the performance and connect with the person underneath the persona.

The Confidant

Observe his world from the edges without ever truly entering it.

The Ghost

The undisputed center of the art institute, Jules is a wealthy photographer who treats life as a performance, masking a deep-seated boredom behind a facade of reckless, charismatic genius.

The Glass House: Look, Don't Touch

The Glass House: Look, Don't Touch

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